Glass ceiling
the day I walked out of my wooden door
my shoes tick tacked
inside those my humble feet just tip toed!
Glass panel closed behind
without a sound
on my back that still ached
for the force of the wind
and that sound it made
hit me hard with a thud!
That was the day my heart skipped many beats
and I knew what it meant to fall in love!
four walls I lived in
had a ceiling made of glass
I could see the stars through
moon too sometimes shone at night
mornings came sunlit bright
but my bones were turning brittle
and my flesh was going grey
heat of green house baking them
cold of winter biting deep in my recess
gloom sitting in every corner
waiting inside bottled water
then it blessed and it blasted
my chamber screamed
made it halt with a screech
wide awake for first time
I opened my book of dreams
and alas! All were dead
not a breath not even a single ray of hope!
pressed against each other
those dried up yellow leaves
stared at me with vacant eyes
begging me to sharpen time
asking me to fill my heart once again with some woes
telling me to claim their share from this world
moment they were waiting had now arrived
love I felt for myself
stayed with me from that night
every night!
…Hi Dear Pritts…very Gud Morning…you never stop short with only a mention of this…but it is always begins at this, that and then takes us even beyond where we look for answers that always settles the restiveness…
…love I felt for myself stayed with me from that night…every night…that is true a new beginning with having found the solace in looking beyond the unsettling world of broken dreams and the scathing interface with all realism…
…each one of us deserves an opportunity to have a hands on experience for looking through the glass ceiling is also gods offering …and this has been phrased beautifully ‘…I could see the stars through, moon too sometimes shone at night, mornings came sunlit bright …’…I keep on repeating often that this gets very important for us because that affords an opportunity to view different facets of life which during the course of maddening grind we keep missing upon …be it God’s bounty or putting routine compulsions into its appropriate context…
…the glass ceiling immediately brings to my mind the novel called ‘Vataayan’ by Shivaani which I got issued from the library for my Mom…long way back…I did not read that but the title and the effervescence of that hard bound novel remains…
…this also gets me to ‘the glass house’ the first of the songs of Bee Gees that I intended to post…
…one thing leading to the next…one word or phrase ignites so many other things… THNX Dearie
…if I haven’t been able to get to the bottom of things that is my limitations… and I am sure I shall be pardoned for all that… have a sun lit brightness with you Pritts…